Old Flame

Smoke is coming
I saw the seasons change
There was no way to stop the blur
I'm longing
With a wrist tied to a chain
Pull me under

I'm an old flame, baby, an old flame
Burning away
We're the old paint, honey, the old paint
Flaking away
From the old days

You're in colour
But I'm only seeing gray
Can we make it pretty again?
Say it's over
And it's getting late
Heaviness pulls me under

I'm an old flame, baby, an old flame
Burning away
We're the old paint, honey, the old paint
Flaking away
From the old days

I tried to be water
Poured over cynical waves
Remember wild fire
Lighting up better days
Can we make it pretty again?

I'm an old flame, baby, an old flame
Burning away
We're the old paint, honey, the old paint
Flaking away
From the old days